Who: Trixie and (OTA) What: Getting cigarettes at the gas station and a chance encounter? Where: Gas Station. When: Wednesday | March o2 - 11 AM Rating: PG-13? language Status: Incomplete
The air was heavy and suffocating. She hated North Harbor more than she should have. There were a lot of good times spent here. In fact, all she could remember were the good times, and sometimes she wondered if her ability affected herself and she'd made herself forget the bad. She would have questioned it further if she hadn't remembered the events clearly. She needed a cigarette to start the day, but when she fished around in the box for one, it was empty. She took a moment to take in a deep breath, letting it out with a slow sigh....then proceeded to throw the box across the room in frustration. There was no one here she could make go out and buy her a new carton.
Not here in her old room.
She had thought about renting a room in the local hotel, but in a town this small people would talk. They were already buzzing about her actually being there. Their beady little rat-like eyes watching her from behind their blinds or raised hands. As if she couldn't see them whispering about her, but that was okay. Coming back might have been a bad idea, but it was Tion who had died. It had been one of the twelve, which she had separated herself from over the years. Even now, she tried to avoid them, but now she had to go out. She wasn't sure what she had meant to do.
Pushing the door open to the convenience store, she looked like a hot mess. Her hair had been barely brushed to look presentable, and the make-up she wore was the what she slept in. The large rounded lenses of her sunglasses took up most of her face. She'd been drinking heavily the night before and didn't want anyone to get a good look at her. It'd been a while since she'd been this strung out in public. Maybe she'd grab a bottle of aspirin while she was there.
Placing the crumpled box on the counter, she didn't bother to speak. She did not want to engage in conversation, just get the cigarettes and get out. Her fingers slid beneath the plastic frames of her sunglasses to massage the bridge of her nose. Aspirin was definitely in order, along with a large bottle of water. She turned to wander down the aisle.